Late Night With the Devilโ Review: Selling Your Soul for the Ratings
An occult-obsessed nation is nimbly captured in this found-footage horror film about a late night show gone horribly wrong.
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โLate Night With the Devilโ is trimly effective horror of a rare sort: I found myself wishing, halfway through my screening, that I was watching it on my TV. Not because it doesnโt work in a theater โ horror almost always benefits from being seen in a crowd โ but because its writer-director duo, the brothers Colin and Cameron Cairnes, make shrewd use of some of the uniquely creepy things about television, especially its intimacy. The TV set is in your house, and youโre sitting six feet away from it, and especially in the wee hours of the night, whateverโs staring back at you can feel eerie, or impertinent. Over time, the late night TV host becomes your best friend, or a figure that haunts your fitful dreams.
Thatโs why people watch late night TV, of course: to laugh, to be entertained and to feel some kind of companionship when the rest of the world goes to bed. โLate Night With the Devilโ twists that camaraderie around on itself, layering in familiar 1970s horror tropes about demonic possession, Satanism and the occult. The result is a nasty and delicious, unapologetic pastiche with a flair for menace. I had a blast.
The host of the movieโs invented late night talk and variety show is Jack Delroy (David Dastmalchian), a younger, snappier Johnny Carson who is desperate to climb to the top of the ratings. Framed as found footage wrapped in a pseudo-documentary, the film briefly fills us in on Delroyโs career trajectory hosting โNight Owls With Jack Delroy,โ a show that canโt quite overtake its competitors. As narration informs us that Delroy is risking going down in history as an also-ran โ always Emmy nominated, never the winner โ we learn that weโre about to watch the night that โshocked a nation.โ
On Halloween night, 1977, the first in the crucial sweeps week for โNight Owls,โ Delroy and his producers come up with a desperate, last ditch idea to spike ratings: they design a show full of spectacle that will tap into the cultural craze for all things occult. The guest list that night includes a medium and a skeptic, plus a parapsychologist and the girl sheโs been treating for demonic possession. The master tapes have been found, the narrator informs us, and thatโs what weโre about to see. Buckle up.
All of these characters seem familiar. Carmichael the Conjurer (Ian Bliss), the filmโs abrasive skeptic, seems based onย James Randi, who appeared on โThe Tonight Showโ to debunk othersโ claims to paranormal abilities, most notably the illusionist Uri Geller in 1973. Randi also confronted mediums on live TV (such as this filmโs Christou, played by a hammy Fayssal Bazzi) and was an outspoken critic of parapsychology.
โLate Night With the Devilโ also evokesย โMichelle Remembers,โย the now-discredited 1980 best seller by the psychiatrist Lawrence Pazder about his patient, Michelle Smith, who claimed to have been subjected to ritual satanic abuse. Here the doctor is a parapsychologist played by Laura Gordon, whose performance combines vulnerability and conviction in a fruitful counterbalance to some of the camp. Sheโs accompanied by her charge, Lilly (Ingrid Torelli), whose oscillation from dead-eyed to vibrant is devilishly disquieting. (If thereโs one rule in horror, itโs that thereโs nothing creepier than a little girl.)
The film moves a little slowly, unfolding at the speed of the โNight Owlsโ episode. Thatโs good. Weโre forced to watch it all in real time, just as the audience at home would have, which more or less transforms us into those people in 1977, sitting on the couch in the middle of the night, by turns titillated, captivated and horrified by whatโs unfolding on live television. Eventually they โ we โ are sucked into the whole illusion, an effect I can only imagine is enhanced if youโre watching it all unfold on your actual TV set. You arenโt watching a movie anymore; for a few minutes, youโre part of it.
All of this would have been completely seamless, but for one disappointing formal choice. Weโre told the master tape weโre about to watch will be accompanied by previously unseen backstage footage shot during commercial breaks. Though it might have been interesting to leave those scenes out, it makes sense that theyโre there โ it keeps the film from getting too abstract by filling us in on whatโs actually happening between segments.
However, the โfootageโ is shot in a more traditional shot/reverse shot format, like any film might be, which is weirdly inconsistent with the idea that some rogue cameraman was just hanging out backstage, accidentally capturing footage. Instead it feels scripted, like there were filmmakers present to document the unfolding panic. A more hand-held, one-camera approach might have helped to maintain the movieโs illusion โ and made everything far more effectively creepy. (I have a similar quibble with a sequence near the filmโs ending, though that feels more subject to the suspension of disbelief.)
But this is relatively minor, in the scheme of things. โLate Night With the Devilโ reflects something that movies have often explored โ the strangely queasy codependent nature of the live TV host and the audience โ through an old trope, which suggests that while you might ask God to save your soul, only the devil will give you what your vanity requires. Invert that, refract it and drag it through sludgy, bloody mud, and you get โLate Night With the Devilโ: diabolically good fun.
Late Night With the DevilRated R: Demons, death and disgusting destruction. Running time: 1 hour 33 minutes. In theaters.